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Comfort Food

Friday, November 17, 2017 by Christopher Matthias

A day can go sideways.
Been on the task for a while,
And nothing is moving right,
The parts aren’t coming together right
And maybe today is just a day
In a long succession of days.

Though it doesn’t make everything better,
A sandwich
turkey, provolone, and guacamole
that she made—
despite not caring much for sandwiches—
eaten, wearing the day’s dust,
with only clean hands

the world gets bumped
a little more plumb.

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